It takes more than hand gel to make you well
And a trolley full of stuff’s no solution
When you’re cramming that extra tin through the till
Who will really be paying the bill?
Is it the old face peeking through the window?
With a pension that’s gone by midweek
There’ll be no stockpiling there in her little larder
Now greed’s just made her life a bit harder
‘Cause someone said ‘oh we’ll all run out’
Mass panic ensuing, doom surely brewing
Life’s all very well in our own little bubble
Then trouble seems so far away
But look through that window, a tired face is seeking
A small bit of kindness, a point to the day
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Cork born and bred, now living in England, I started a facebook page to just put some poems out there, I’ve always loved writing, have done a bit of copywriting and comedy writing too https://www.facebook.com/ShandyWords/